DOLCE & GABBANA! ISSBROKIE

[Intro]
Hehe, Bail
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I don't do no arguments, lil' ho, don't deal with drama
You just mad because me and the squad ain't gon' involve ya
Why you actin' like I owe you? You can't get a comma
I'm strapped in the function, rockin' Dolce & Gabbana
I don't play about my dollars, I get to the guala, bitch I'm rockin' Prada
Give a fuck 'bout if he fond of us, my shit way too cold, I could perform my shit in saunas

[Verse]
Talk on the set and I might disrespect yo' mama
I remember making paper, I was packing sticks like Wanda
I see the opp, I get the chop', I get him gone, bruh
I fucked yo' bitch one night, now she want me for the long, yeah
I told her okay and then I told her sike
She cry when I walked out that door, she want me overnight
That boy want beef, feel like he chose to die
Now I'm in his crib, he didn't see me, I'm a poltergeist
You the type the whole gang don't invite
So miss me with that ego and go book yourself an open mic'
If one of them disrespect me, it's a [?]
For you and yo' whole friend group, remember I keep open eyes